The sun was rising in the east, and the light pierced through the wind and flames to illuminate the Nanfeng Continent, and the black monsters and ghost army instantly turned into fly ash. The human race on the ground knelt down watching this miraculous scene, calling it "God Bless the Great Mirror".
In the endless deep space vertically upwards from here, the saints from all directions fell into a tense confrontation.
The first person to break the silence was Gongsun Yanhua. She put on the beauty skin again, and then smiled very friendlyly: "Ahem... I did intend to invite fellow Taoists here just now."
At this time, Mang Yi had stopped suppressing Jingli, and he smiled briskly when he heard Gongsun Yanhua's words: "It's a good time for Taiqing to come, don't you plan to explain about witchcraft?"
"There is nothing to explain. There are three thousand ways in the world, and all living beings take it for themselves." Taiqing waved his sleeves, and the ghostly energy was scattered around him. He sneered, "What should he ask you before he can cultivate?"
Mang Yi glanced at Jing Li, but the other party just closed his eyes and remained silent, with a serious expression, and there was nothing wrong with it.
The stone platform fell into silence again for a while, and after a while, Gongsun Yanhua said softly: "It's not necessary for us to ask, but it's normal to ask the teacher about asking for the truth. Taboo?"
She scolded both Jingli and Taiqing in one sentence, not only accusing Taiqing of being incompetent in teaching, but also pointing out that Jingli didn't know the severity.
Taiqing looked very impatient, he said: "The same sentence, what does this matter have to do with you?"
"Taiqingxiu has to pretend to be deaf and dumb. The matter of shamanism is naturally related to the world's orthodoxy." Gongsun Yanhua's voice was low, as if he had begun to feel a little dissatisfied with Taiqing's unreasonable avoidance attitude, "Jingli Vain Integrating the way of immortals, revisiting the glory of ancient witchcraft. This action endangers the world's orthodoxy, even the way of immortality is no exception, why did Taiqing protect him when he attained the way?"
Mang Yi didn't get in the conversation, he ignored the dispute between the two saints, while Jing Li didn't even watch, as if he didn't see it.
Taiqing still had the same lukewarm expression: "Oh, did you forget it or saw it? To say that you retrace the witchcraft is to retrace the witchcraft?"
Gongsun Yanhua frowned slightly, she suddenly bowed and coughed for a while, her face was terribly pale. Mang Yi didn't go up to check on her situation, but continued the conversation between her and Taiqing directly: "Taiqing's words are too much, we and the saints know each other well, even if you don't admit it, you can't deny it. thing."
"Resurrection from the dead is a forbidden technique. If you are in poor health, don't run out." Taiqing acted as if he hadn't heard Mangyi's words. He looked at Gongsun Yanhua mockingly, and said indifferently, "Otherwise, it won't matter if you fall someday." Well, your demon sons and grandsons are still waiting for you to go back to collect the corpse."
Gongsun Yanhua coughed even worse, and Mang Yi felt that her breath was not right. After a while, Gongsun Yanhua straightened up, the corners of her lips were stained with bright red blood, and her face was piercingly bright: "Thank you for your concern..."
Taiqing's expression didn't change a bit, he always said in that indifferent and mean tone: "You don't need to thank me, you might as well think about how to pay me for this magic mirror if you thank me for your time."
Gongsun Yanhua looked at him fixedly, and a very gentle smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips: "It's okay to compensate you for the magic mirror slowly... I just thought about it, since fellow Taoists can tolerate Jingli, it must be good for other disciples." I can't be ruthless about training, so why not let me do it for you."
She raised her hand and stretched into the void, and with a sweep of Taiqing's eyes, a ray of clear light sealed the torn space. But Gongsun Yanhua's smile deepened, her fingertips directly touched the clear light, and all the skin and flesh on her hands were ripped off, leaving only the slender phalanx, which was her body, indestructible and invulnerable. Her hand only protruded into the void for a moment, and when she came out again, her entire arm had turned into a white bone, and a bloody human head was hooked on the phalanx.
It's forgetting the machine.
"Gongsun Yanhua!" Taiqing raised his voice, it was difficult for him to seal Gongsun Yanhua with all his strength just now, after all there was Mang Yi watching beside him. If the saint wanted to kill the ascetic, he didn't need to use this method. She took the head at this time and it was clearly a demonstration to Taiqing.
"Hahaha..." Gongsun Yanhua laughed softly, five finger bones pierced into Wangjizi's head, white slurry and red blood dripped down her bony arm: "Don't Taiqing thank me?"
Even Mang Yi couldn't stand it anymore. It is also a big taboo for a saint to directly attack a monk who is not a saint. But he looked at Gongsun Yanhua's expression and didn't dare to say more, he could only imitate Jingli and ignore her.
Taiqing didn't give her a good look at first, and now it seemed that he might wave the incense burner on the ground on her forehead at any time: "The dispute between saints does not involve the world, Gongsun Yanhua, you are out of bounds."
Gongsun Yanhua raised her eyes and glanced at him, and then returned her gaze to the human head in her hand. She smiled happily and said, "Who else is there? Let me think about it..."
Taiqing's white hair danced without wind, and the atmosphere between the two was tense for a moment, and the tension reached the extreme.
Mang Yi originally wanted to take away Jingli's dao fruit safely, but Taiqing's involvement made the battle much more complicated, and he was unwilling to have more disputes with Xian Dao at the moment, so he tried to smooth things over: "Okay, Originally, Taiqing, you were the first to attack the monster races on the ground, and Gongsun beheaded Shenyin to pass on one..."
Before he finished speaking, the skull in Gongsun Yanhua's hand exploded into a flower of blood, instantly turning into bone dregs all over the place. Then she plunged her real body into the void again with lightning speed, and took out a human head again. Her light and soft laughter echoed in the empty altar: "Oh, this is Jiang Kuangzi, right? Well, who else is there..."
Mang Yi swallowed the second half of the words into his throat, and instantly distanced himself from her.
Almost instantly, a long sword lay across Gongsun Yanhua's throat, and seven or forty-nine purple thunderbolts crashed down. These thunderbolts did not disappear in a flash, but directly connected the sky and the earth, turning them into grid cages, trapping Gongsun Yanhua in it. If Mang Yi had just stood where he was, he might be affected.
An indifferent girl's voice came from the thunder: "The evil formation is completed."
Standing behind Gongsun Yanhua and holding her back with a sword is a tall white-haired woman. Her long skirt is rustling, her white hair reaches the ground, her skin is icy, her appearance is extremely beautiful and beautiful, and her aura is as ethereal as a fairy. Her sword light is like water, and her sword intent is also based on the way of "benefiting all things without fighting". It is completely non-destructive, but it is not easy to break free. This is the sword to stop killing, with the virtue of water to prevent Gongsun Yanhua from making another attack.
What falls in formations from the sky is the awe-inspiring aura that is rare in the heaven and earth. The mortal spirit is contaminated with all kinds of distracting thoughts of anger, ignorance, love and hatred, so it cannot be in harmony with the righteousness of the heaven and the earth. The Taishang Dao has no such worries. Their hearts are as empty as a mirror. When they reach the realm of a saint, they are even more pure without a trace of impurities.
The five energies are in the Yuan Dynasty, spotless; still and motionless, there is no leakage of the true immortal.
"... Shangqing, Yuqing."
Mang Yi didn't expect Taiqing's cautious temperament to get all the avatars out. As soon as the thunder came out, he felt that it was a bit difficult to handle. If it was other spells of the immortal way, it would be easier to say, even if it was stronger, he could deal with it, but the thunder method was different. Ordinary disciples of the immortal way can also use the thunder method, but this is just a way to mobilize the five qi and feel the heaven and the earth with themselves. If it is used by a saint, it is two different things.
The sage uses the thunder method to practice, and intends to stand in the world.
Taiji gives birth to Liangyi, Liangyi gives birth to gossip, and gossip gives birth to four phenomena. Almost all spells in the immortal way cannot escape such a routine.
And where did Tai Chi come from? Taiji stands in Wuji, while Lei Fa controls the cardinal of heaven and earth, and Wuji is established. So once Taiqing is allowed to create any thunder method, it means that he holds all the magic of the immortal way in his palm, and puts every trace of the way in his own spirit.
This is a battle to the death.
Mang Yi thought for a moment, then immediately left Gongsun Yanhua behind, turned around and prepared to run away.
Winds and clouds roared around the ghost city, completely enveloping this eerie city, and soon it disappeared into the void. Mang Yi was swimming in the turbulent void, surrounded by the colliding auras of monsters and immortals, it was not easy to escape directly. He originally expected that Zhan Luo Jing Li would be a sure thing, but now that the variables are together, he can't stay longer. Saints are always very particular, they rarely expose themselves to unknown causes and effects.
"Since I stay, don't you leave either!" Gongsun Yanhua's usual weak voice was mixed with a bit of a smile, and this smile infiltrated madness, which made Mang Yi feel a little bad foreboding.
A huge white bone claw tore through the void and swept across the turbulent flow directly. The huge ghost city swayed like a small boat in the turbulent flow and had no power to resist.
The moment the crack was opened, countless purple thunders rushed in along it. The light of these thunders is extremely dazzling, and the power of thunder and lightning in the turbulent flow of the void is densely piled up to form a terrifying chain. There are five colors between the chains, which coincide with the five energies of heaven and earth, and these five energies are mutually generated and restrained, and they are called cycles, so the entire thunder chain is in a state of endless birth and death. The turbulent flow in the void was hindered by the five qi thunderbolts, and it suddenly became more chaotic and dangerous.
Mang Yi's heart tightened slightly, and the cause and effect between the birth and death of the thunder was multiplied. This technique was exactly the same as that of him and Gongsun Yanhua before forcing Jingli to leave the "Supreme Realm".
Reincarnation of cause and effect, endless retribution. A few years ago, he conspired with all Taos and betrayed all Taos. He should have known what would happen to him long ago.
It's just that he is not reconciled.
With a long roar from Mang Yi, the ghost city collapsed, and the city turned into endless black mist, which he swallowed with his mouth open. His body swelled more than a thousand times, and his whole body turned into a mass of invisible shadows. The turbulent flow of the void had much less impact on him. Mang Yi got out of trouble for a while, and rushed directly towards the end of the five-qi thunderbolt, as long as he left this range, no matter how fierce Taiqing was, he would not be able to catch up with him.
At this time, the birth and death of the thunder accelerated countless times, the space around the thunder was stagnant, and the time and years moved forward infinitely, but in the blink of an eye, the cause and effect piled up to an unimaginable horror.
"Fellow Daoist Taiqing even moved the avatar of Sanqing, do you still want to get out of your body?" The voice was still soft and melodious.
A white bone pagoda was smashed down, and the ancient atmosphere of emptiness and emptiness enveloped Man Yi. This White Bone Pagoda is made of countless powerful bones of the monster race, and there are bone spurs protruding all around. It carries the air of ancient vicissitudes, as if it has passed through a hundred thousand years and stands in this void. The ghost power of the dead bones of the Hundred Thousand Mountains for a long time has been deposited on this ancient and hideous tower.
Mang Yi's face changed instantly, now not only Taiqing used three avatars, but even a half-dead man like Gongsun Yanhua got his real body out.
Although he tried his best to escape, he was suddenly blocked by the avatar of Gongsun Yanhua, and for a while he couldn't escape before the karma of the five-qi sky thunder set by Taiqing erupted. It was originally in the turbulent flow of the void, but the causal explosion accumulated by the thunder here caused a catastrophe. Mang Yi screamed again, and the ghost's body disintegrated into thousands, scattered and fled in all directions.
But it didn't work at all.
The Great Destruction caused the entire void to flow inward and collapse, and a black hole in the center of the void attracted all power and matter, and none of Mang Yi's ghosts could escape. Even if there is a ray of soul that escapes to heaven by chance, it will be swallowed up by the White Bone Tower standing steadily in the turbulent flow.
A clear and pure fruit stayed in the void for a moment, and then quickly dissipated between heaven and earth.
The first saint has fallen.
In the big world at this time, the sun disappeared, the moon also disappeared, and countless meteors fell to the earth.
Blood rained down from the sky, and every inch of the plants watered by the blood rain began to wither and mutate. Countless raptors and beasts suddenly felt frightened and panicked, and howled again and again resounded through the wilderness. The surface of the sea capsized in an instant, the city collapsed, and the earth was torn apart one deep scar after another. Blazing magma gushes out from the cracks in the continent, igniting everything that passes by, and neither humans nor animals can survive.
Countless creatures who died in the disaster suddenly found a little light in their hearts, and the young Tao seeds were planted on them.
The ghost path and dao fruit withered, and then the dao seed was propagated at the last moment. It would spread to those people whose spirits were defiled, opening countless doors of dao system for them in the world. The meaning of the existence of saints is only in the moment of death. They have accumulated Dao fruit for so many years, and they have already lost everything that living beings can have. All their layout is to pass down the Dao seed.
The bloody water falling from the sky also began to burn, the meteor collided with the continent, and the torn apart world was reflected in crimson.
The end has finally come.